I was travelling to Damascus, on routine business there When a bright light overtook me, and filled my heart with fear It took me weeks just to recover, some think it's all a sham So sorry to disappoint you, I'm not who you think I am
Some chase magic carpets, others Pharaoh’s tomb But I've had it with those mysteries, all filled with dread and gloom I am not seeking fortune, and I do not want for fame So sorry to disappoint you, I'm not who you think I am
Now some write books on presidents, others books on war But all of that seems futile, and it's all been done before I am a lost American, just looking for a lamb So sorry to disappoint you, I'm not who you think I am
Now I wish I could stay longer, but our time is near an end I am standing in the doorway, of redemption and amends I hope you can forgive me, should you believe I'm damned So sorry to disappoint you, I'm not who you think I am